I put a spell on you

Facilier has lured a child, innocent though she was, to his circle, the bone continued to shiver and quake. Sucking the life force of the girl and bringing out one of his friends on the other side to inhabit the body, he knew his power would only strengthen from this unwilling sacrifice. The power flowed through his veins, as he stepped out from the shadows with a new spring in his step.

Sarah continued to gush about how happy she was with her new life in New Orleans.  Mary listened with a dreamy look in her eyes.  She, for one, loved her little sister for all her flightiness, far more than her cruel elder sister did.  Speaking of, Winifred swept out of the cottage and grabbed the blonde by the throat.  “That good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours stole my book!” she screeched.

“Wh-what?!” choked Sarah.

Facilier nodded and went off into the town, the child’s bone in his hand. There were many spells he could use with it and he was itching for some mischief. He needed to blow some steam. Finding a little dark corner of Salem, he moved to reach for a piece of chalk and began to draw several circles around him, filled with symbols for his spell.

Placing the bone in the middle, his shadow appeared behind him with a snarl and eerie smile. “Alright now, lets have some fun shall we?” He laughed, as he moved his hand over the bone and it began to shiver and crack, before the object began to sway and emit a tiny black glow.

Sarah stood out on the porch that night.  She could feel a familiar magic blowing in the night wind.  It brought a smile to her lips.  She didn’t hear the cottage door open, so the sound of footsteps startled her.  She thought Winnie was coming back out to shout at her.  But it was only Mary.

“I suppose ’tis his power I feel?” Mary asked.  Sarah hummed a quiet yes, turning her gaze back onto the deep woods.  “Thou art happy with him, it would seem.”

“Oh, Mary, he is dreadful,” Sarah sighed dreamily, taking her sister’s hands and twirling over the boards.  Coming from her, there was no higher praise.  “He’s just as wicked as we, and allows me to dispose of the victims of his black magic.  And… he cares not about my siren side.  ’Twas I who drew him in, not my powers.  Dost thou know how few men I can say that about?”

“Just remember what happened the last time thou didst fall in love,” Mary warned.

Facilier glanced at Sarah and his black heart clenched a little. He breathed in deeply and wrapped his arm around her slender but shapely waist. “I wouldn’t have come around the country if I didn’t care about your happiness.” He said softly, “But if I stay, you know it ain’t ending well for either party. So I’m bowing out, as they say.”

The witch doctor cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “I’ll miss you too, but I ain’t far. And if you want to stay the night with me, my shadow will come and collect you.”

Facilier returned the kiss and pulled back to look down at the witch. “I wouldn’t be askin’ her permission to take em anyway.” He smirked a little, feeling his shadow slip some bones into his pocket. At the thought of staying longer than necessary with Winnie, Facilier pat Sarah’s arm.

“I ain’t thrilled being this far from home, but if you’re happy. Which is why I’m gonna take off cher and find a place to crash. No offence, but I ain’t too comfortable with Winnie breathing down my neck.” Facilier flipped a few cards in his hand. “A man’s gotta either kill her or keep distance. For your sake, I’m doin’ the latter.”

Facilier cocked his brow down at the little witch,his shadow slithering on the ground, picking up some bones as if looking for the right one. “Indeed. These bones could come in handy for someone like me.” His tone then changed as he straightened out his collar. “You all seem to be havin’ a swinging ol time.”

Facilier went through the book and chuckled, keeping pages for himself and tucked it under it his arm. Glancing at Sarah through the window, she seemed so happy- at home with herself. Was he keeping her from what was her true nature? Pouring over this thought, his shadow caught his attention and lured him to the forest, catching the sight of white bones of various parts and sizes scattered around.

Curious, he picked up a tiny hip plate, turning it over and tossed is carelessly on the ground. “Looks like we got a little ol graveyard here.”

Facilier rolled his eyes and let the sisters have their moment, as he keenly watched his shadow move about the cottage. Leaving them to their own devices, Facilier went outside and leaned his lithe frame against the wooden door.

His demonic shadow gave a dark chuckle, producing a magical book not bound in skin to his master. “Now, now,.. what do we have here?” It was an old book, it held some voo doo practices, some older than the editions he had studied!

“Nice find my friend, now… how about we test these out?”

Facilier’s violet eyes glanced down at Sarah. “So long as she doesn’t start anythin.” He breathed out through his nose and scowled at Winnie, before moving to see what ingredients and books the sisters had in their possession. His shadow crawled along the walls, searching for something too it seemed.

“I didn’t start anything,” Winifred sniffed.  Even freed from her older sister’s control, Sarah couldn’t deny she was right.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. All she’d wanted was to spend All Hallow’s Eve with her family.

Sensing tension, Mary took her little sister by the arm.  “Oh, Sarah, wait until thou dost see what we’re cooking up!  We caught the butcher’s son by the brook.   Just the thing for an All Hallow’s Eve Feast!  And if he tastes as good as he smells, we are in for quite the treat.”  Even as worried as she was, Sarah couldn’t help a delighted squeal at the thought.

Facilier looked at Mary and smiled, “Nice to see you, Mary.” Then he turned his attention to the eldest witch. “Ah! Minnie, always a displeasure to see your wrinkled cracked face.” He knew it was a horrible jab, but Facilier had never promised Sarah that he would make this easy for the eldest Sanderson sister.

“Minnie!” Winifred repeated, clasping a hand over her shrivelled, dead heart.  “Sister Sarah, art thou simply going to let him insult me this way?”  Sarah released Mary at last, stepping to Facilier’s side with a hand on his arm.